"If you are not up in five minutes I'll come up after you," returned his father.
"All right," said Johnny. "Bring an ice-pick with you."
A LITTLE MIXED.
"There she is," said Bobbie, pointing to the cruiser.
"She?" retorted Hal. "She ain't a she—she's a he. That boat's a man-of-war."
A COASTER'S CONCLUSION.
The down-hill glide takes my breath away,
As over the snow I pop;
And that is why, I suppose, I pant
When plodding up to the top.